"Jesus, Barry. For someone who calls himself 'Silent', you've got a f***ing mouth on you."
"Er... what?"
"You should kill us all on sight? You actually said you should kill us all on sight? Into a mobile 'phone? It doesn't even make sense within the context of the dialogue, you twat!"
"Look, I'm sorry, all right? I was just... y'know... trying to sound hard. I wanted them to know we were going all the way with this. It's not like I meant to RUIN ALL OUR PLANS FOR WORLD CONQUEST."
"You're doing it again, Barry."
"I... oh yeah."
"Unbelievable. We've been working on this since the Stone Age, somehow. Jagaroth, Fendahl, Last of the Daemons... we've seen 'em all off. Millions of years spent on a foolproof masterplan. But ohhhh, no. It can't withstand Big-Mouth Barry, can it?"
"Okay, fine. You're upset. I'm upset too, yeah? You know I'd never deliberately do anything to SABOTAGE A SCHEME THAT'S BEEN AEONS IN THE MAKING."
"Barry!"
"Crap. All right, if you've really got to know. It's my Tourette's, it always gets worse when I'm stressed. There's no need to BITE MY BALLS... ow."
